you make me happy.

i can list so many reasons,
but right now i’ve passed my first two exams
and my jury yesterday went good.

also had a really nice dinner with my classmates.
this is a good year.

-silkscreen, blind stamp and projection of a photograph.

- ‘aren’t people just friends anymore/aren’t people just people anymore.’

-works for study of picture elements.

-my booklets, notes and inspiration.

- ‘masculinity//femininity.’
-photographs.

- ‘this is.//this was.  †1996-2000′
-silkscreen and found photographs.

- ‘this is.//this was.  †2000′

- ‘the (ab)senc/se of (my)self.’
-lithography.

- ‘the (ab)senc/se of (my)self.’
-lithography.

- ‘the (ab)senc/se of (my)self.’
-lithography.

lots of love, l.

x WANG x JPEOPLE x

just showing a little love for the boys at WANG,
Lars asked me to check out JPEOPLE 
it’s a great magazine and this quote should win you over right away;

‘If it smells used we throw it away,
and if it tastes like something we might have sucked on before,
we spit it out. That’s our way.’

love, l.

the vamoose.

bought myself a present from The Vamoose,
and the light was just too gorgeous in my room..
i had to take some pictures.

we all get weak and we all get frustrated and we all get tired.

love, l.

what makes you happy.

‘and then i felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways,
they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young

and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older
as you see the people in your life break one by one.
you wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.’

i’m happy right now and that’s all that matters.

love, l.

a night of truth or dare.

‘you used to make me happy but
truth is it was all a game.
let’s just pretend nothing ever happened.’

love, l.

we are not girls.

for Lars.

love, l.

ophthalmia.

oph·thal·mi·a - inflammation of the eye, especially of the conjunctiva.
(redness and swelling on my right eyelid.)

i think, maybe, no i’m quite sure,
that my emotional pain is transferring into physical pain.

I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.
but then again, i don’t even recognize you
maybe we were strangers all along.

love, l.

let me kiss you hard.

our friendship is a secret love.
you like your girls insane.

‘if i didn’t think i’d be much happier. if i didn’t have any sexual organs i wouldn’t waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.’
-Sylvia Plath 

love, l.

your true nature.

we used to be good friends.
and now i don’t know who i can trust anymore.

but all i really want to say is that i miss you.
not in an ‘i’m-in-love-with-you’ kind of way,
or in an ‘i’m-sorry-again’ kind of way.
just in an i’ve missed you kind of way.

i can’t let you know and you won’t let me go.
i can’t let you go and you won’t let me know.

love, l.

new work soon,

but for now i’m just trying not to be sad.
cheer bear helps a lot.

love, l.